One morning in Sindo, I found a shady spot under a tree to journal a prayer. I take my quiet time with God pretty seriously, so when people come and talk to me I usually get aggrivated. This morning, a little girl named Ebenezar who was about 5 years old came up to me. She was very curious and just sat and watched me write for a bit. I started to get distracted by her, even a little angry, and then God reminded me of what Jesus said "Let the children come to me". I started to smile, closed my journal, and started to play with little Ebby. She has a beautiful smile, and she wasn't afraid of me (a lot of little african kids are afraid of light skinned people). I took out my journal and gave it to her to write in. She showed me what she drew, and my heart just melted. She drew pictures of princesses and flowers and houses and puppies. Now if you have children or if you have ever recieved the gift of a picture from a young child you know how I felt. We colored together in my journal, and smiled and laughed together. I think God likes it better when I worship him this way. Journaling my prayers is important to me, but journaling with a child is a different kind of worship, and I love it.

 

sooooo beautiful. little ebby.